Poetry On Odyssey | The Odyssey Online
Start writing a post

I Watched Her

Life in my eyes..

10
I Watched Her

I watched her sit alone at work.

I watched her practice in Japanese.

I watched her listen to music.

I watched her get uncomfortable when people crowded her.

I watched her mind ease when I made everyone disappear.

I watched her smile for the first time at work.

I watched her sit alone again.

I watched her reluctantly get up and sit next to me.

I watched her laugh for the first time at work.

I watched her work next to me.

I watched her look for me on her break.

I watched her fidget when she didn't know what to say.

I watched her eyes glow when we had things in common.

I watched her eyes smile when I asked for her number.

I watched her at home on Facetime after work.

I watched her blush when I said, "You're mine."

I watched her glow when we hugged at work.

I watched her fidget when she first came over.

I watched her body unravel under my fingertips.

I watched her swallow her words that she was afraid to say.

I watched her sing on our first date.

I watched her smile reach everyone when she wore my sweater.

I watched her cry when we had our first argument.

I watched her forgive me for acting out.

I watched her block everyone for me.

I watched her face grow a disdain for me.

I watched her smile when I gave her another gift.

I watched her face when she deleted her accounts for me.

I watched her grow resentment towards me.

I watched her when she danced to her favorite songs.

I watched her smile when she met my son.

I watched her heart open more when she gave him a toy.

I watched her love doubled when she saw him sleeping with it.

I watched her face grow disappointed when I missed her birthday.

I watched her listen to submit when I yelled at her.

I watched her cry when I called her out her name.

I watched her smile when she finally met my mother.

I watched her learn Spanish just to speak to her.

I watched her do her hair for her wedding.

I watched her try to understand Telenovelas.

I watched her fall asleep in my arms.

I watched her note that she left behind on my laptop.

I watched her walking down Route 46 to go home.

I watched her legs quiver from the 4-mile walk.

I watched her scream, "Stay away from me."

I watched her face go pale when she heard her mother on my phone.

I watched her cry when she saw she wasn't enough.

I watched her cry when she found out about the other woman.

I watched her love for me start to disappear.

I watched her come back to my car to talk to me.

I watched her face resign after I told her I didn't owe her anything.

I watched her cry when I called her out her name.

I watched her lay in my arms with no emotion left.

I watched her listen to my lies in changing.

I watched her cry when we argued even more.

I watched her leave my side again.

I watched her be happy again.

I watched her smile reach her face once again.

I watched her face when she saw me in her old job.

I watched her cry in my arms when she took me back.

I watched her face glow when I showed her my new puppy.

I watched her seek revenge on the other woman.

I watched her body as she stayed still under my fingertips.

I watched her face glow when I promised life to her.

I watched her leave her new job for me.

I watched her cry on Facetime when I accused her of cheating.

I watched her reluctantly put her things in the car.

I watched her isolate herself in our new house.

I watched her sorrow fill her eyes every time we argued.

I watched her face sink every time I slept on the couch.

I watched her resolve when she called her friends to get her.

I watched her leave again.

I watched her be happy without me.

I watched her smile for the year she was without me.

I watched her hesitate when I approached her.

I watched her eyes gleam when I reinvented our first date.

I watched her smile when I finally sat around her family.

I watched her cry when I surprised her when she came home from work.

I watched her cry when I asked her to marry me.

I watched her smile at me when I was down.

I watched her comfort me when I was robbed.

I watched her quit her job for me again.

I watched her face smile when she got pregnant.

I watched her call her mother to tell her good news.

I watched her cry as we argued.

I watched her smile when I gave her another puppy.

I watched her scream as we argued.

I watched fear reach her eyes when I threw her suitcase on the ground.

I watched her cry when she started bleeding.

I watched her cry when we didn't hear a heartbeat.

I watched her curl in a ball when she slept.

I watched her happiness leave her eyes.

I watched her dead eyes at every appointment.

I watched her bleed in the bathroom.

I watched her scream for her mother in pain.

I watched her as the EMTs held her naked body up.

I watched her cry as they hooked her up.

I watched her almost die in the hospital.

I watched her cry in church.

I watched her call her mother.

I watched her try to reassure me as I wept.

I watched her tell me this was it.

I watched her get on the bus.

I watched her leave... for the final time.

Report this Content
This article has not been reviewed by Odyssey HQ and solely reflects the ideas and opinions of the creator.
girl
Pexels

In case you're unaware, "resting bitch face" is the term used to describe when a person's natural, expressionless face makes it look like they are mad at the world. Whether they are walking down the street or simply spacing out thinking about what to eat for dinner, it's very easy for others to assume that this person is either upset or mad at them. Because of this, those of us with Resting Bitch Face (RBF), and especially us women, have all experienced many of the same situations and conversations, including:

Keep Reading...Show less
Entertainment

The Stages Of A Crush As Told By The Cast of "Bob's Burgers"

We all go through certain stages when we have a crush, Tina just explains it better.

785
my heart just pooped its pants
Google

We've all had a crush before. Whether it leads to something or nothing, the process has all been the same. The awkward feelings, the stalking, and the stress of trying to keep this huge secret. The feeling of becoming a total spazz is something that cannot be avoided, and the most spazzy family that can relate to this feeling is the Belcher's.

Keep Reading...Show less
you didnt come this far to only come this far lighted text
Photo by Drew Beamer on Unsplash

At the tender age of 18, we are bestowed with the title of “adult.” For 17 years, we live under the rules and guidelines of our parents, school, and government, and to stray from any of those rules or guidelines marks us as a rebel. At 18, though, we must choose which college we want to go to or what career we want. We are allowed and encouraged to vote. We can buy lottery tickets and cigarettes. We can drop out of school, leave our household, and do other "adult" things. At 18, we start down a path of thinking for ourselves, when for the entirety of our lives other institutions have been mandated to think and do for us.

Keep Reading...Show less
university
University of Nebraska at Omaha

Creating your schedule for the upcoming semester can be an exciting process. You have the control to decide if you want to have class two-days a week or five-days a week. You get to check things off of your requirement checklist. It's an opportunity for a fresh start with new classes (which you tell yourself you'll never skip.) This process, which always starts out so optimistic, can get frustrating really quickly. Here are 25 thoughts you have when registering for classes.

Keep Reading...Show less
Student Life

10 Thoughts Of A 5th Year Senior

What about those of us who don't do it all in four years?

1767
college shirt
pointsincase.com

"College will be the best four years of your life" is a phrase that we have all heard growing up. College is painted as a magical place to us while we are in high school. A place you go to learn, meet your best friends and probably have the time of your life while all of this is going down. Four whirlwind years, where everything that you've known changes and you start to learn what it means to live on your own, have a job, etc. But what about those of us who don't do this all in four years? Major changes, hard courses, switching schools, career paths changing, these are just a handful of factors that could extend your four years to five, six or seven. There is nothing wrong with taking extra time to graduate, but returning as a fifth-year is a little different. Most of your best friends have most likely graduated and moved and while you may be one of the oldest undergraduates on campus, you might feel as awkward as a freshmen. A world that became home and comfortable to you is still there but it's slightly different than you've known it to be and you have to find a groove to fall into. These are thoughts you'll have as you look ahead to returning to your college campus, with a victory lap planned.

Keep Reading...Show less

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Facebook Comments